Thursday, June 5, 2008

Buddies'N'Me

Hola! School ended in May for us at Hewitt Trussville Middle School. So now, I have almost lost complete contact with my pals. My BFF came over yesterday and I miss her already(don't laugh, its not funny). We talked and now I am currrently composing a list of all my sweet, sweet friends.
I have the biggest crush on the world's most sensitive guy. No matter how many times he hurts me, I can't stay away(it looks grosser in print). I probably shouldn't be writing this because my step-dad owns a very big gun. I don't care and I expect to get many embarrasing phone calls from many relatives who get joy out of sucking other people's dignity right out of them. Anyway, we share the same hobbies but he has a girl friend. PFT( in case you don't know, pft has the same effect as sticking out your toung an blowing as hard as you can)!
Ciara is my bestest friend evur! She and I have known each other since 5th grade when she moved to Alabama. We've been in too many fights to count but I luv her still. She rocks. Wait, let me try that again:SHE ROCKS;)
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Lovingly,
Caraboo

Bummer Vacation

Hey fans! Sorry it's been a while. Today, since I'm on summer "vacation", I couldn't remember the last time I left home. "Vacations" suck. Pardon my language, I'm just bummed. Every day I must watch after my little sister, clean, and make sure no one breaks into our house. IT'S SO DULL. First, my sister and I watch some early-morning cartoons. Then one of us fails at making breakfast. Next, I end up cleaning the kitchen from top to bottom the best I can. Our mom comes home sometime around noon for lunch. I have to hear about how I am not trying hard enough to keep the house clean and how I'm the older one, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. Mom, this is a fact so pay attention, only is proud of me when she can brag about me to the people she dis-likes or when we have company over. Other than those times she unloads all her un-tamed emotion on me and my withered social life. Poor mom.
Hey, this feels good! Maybe I should bag on myself more often. It builds character!:) LOVE YOU ALL!
Your Bummed Writer,
Caraboo